For Gabrielle, date night was an important tradition, no, a ritual. She banished her husband from the bedroom so she could get ready on her own, and the color of her shoes was the clue that told him what kind of a date night she wanted.

Gabrielle has been good for the last couple of months, but Mike can read the signs. She's getting restless again. Date night is a simple drink with her friends at a local bar, but in that case, why is Gabrielle wearing that dragon dress again, and this time wearing white heels with it? When Gabrielle insists they all come back to theirs for pizza, it's obvious something more than food is on the table. This time, there is one crucial difference. Gabrielle has set things up so that Mike is included in everything that happens.

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I've written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I've been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they're silly but indulges me. I won't tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.